??You are welcome my Pet, now, I have lots more fun stuff planned for when we get home, so get your panties back on and your socks and shoes. That is...how you will walk back to the cars.? ?Yes Sir, thank you Sir.?She pulled her panties on as he got dressed she wandered around getting all of their things picked up and put away. The wet towel she balled up and shoved inside a plastic bag in her backpack her face red as she did so the shame flooding her a second time. He watched her as she did. I can do this in my sleep. Even drunk-sorta. Stoned-nah, hated that. Give me some coffee and get outta my way. I'll eat when I get around to it. Shit. I woulda been good. Fuck the high level clearance and random substance abuse testing. You couldn't pay me enough to do that shit. It's basically the White House pointing a shotgun to the back of your head and whispering "Just relax and focus on your job- everything is fine." But you can't classify data/ and intelligence without first laying eyes. But she also figured that licking plus some penetration would accelerate the process, and so, after eagerly exploring the tangy wet crease with her tongue for half a minute, she slid two fingers into April's warm, juicy cunt and began slowly fucking her with them. At the same time, her lips and tongue found the swollen purplish marble of April's clit at the top and began to sweetly torment it."Ohhhh! Oh Laura!" April moaned, arching her back, beginning to churn her hips in involuntary fuck. ”I took a swallow — and gagged a little. I'm not a Jack girl but, hey, it was there and free. We drank, I lit the joint, and we chatted and got pretty wasted by the fire. There was a flash of lightning and Tommy flinched.“Afraid?” I smirked.“Just surprised,” he grinned.“Don’t worry, if it rains you can come into my tent. There’s room.”“I’ll probably blackout in my car like I’ve done the last couple of nights,” he said and I asked him what he’d been writing last night. It was billing for his.